Being Dead Inside

There once was a man, oh so hollow,

His heart was an empty and sad pillowed woe,

No love, no joy, no cheer,

Nothing to hold dear,

His emotions he did try hard to borrow.

He went through the motions of life,

Like a puppet on strings without strife,

He smiled when he had to,

But inside he knew,

That he was just going through the rife.

Then one day, a light shone so bright,

It brought color to his lifeless sight,

He met someone who understood,

What it meant to feel good,

She made him realize that it was alright.

It wasn't easy to let his emotions flow,

It was a journey that he had to undergo,

But with every smile and every tear,

He felt alive and more sincere,

He was grateful for the chance to grow.

He learned that being dead inside was not fate,

That emotions were something to celebrate,

With love, laughter, and pain,

He felt human again,

And he knew it was never too late.

So if you're feeling hollow and numb,

Remember that you're not the only one,

With help, hope, and time,

You can break through the ice,

And feel alive, with every beat of your drum.